Comeback
(15 February 1999) 1999 by Kristi Martel


Oh yeah?
Well, maybe you're just not right for me.
Maybe something in your history makes you disrespect mine.

Oh yeah?
Well, maybe your war on your own body
is one that makes me feel the danger as I give you mine.

I don't want to talk about it anymore.
I haven't seen you in months, and I'm sick of the conversations we're not having,
so please leave me alone.
Please don't leave me here.
I wanted everything.
I want nothing from you anymore. Go on home now.
Please go on home.

Oh yeah?
Maybe you don't know me at all.
Maybe what you see is so much more about you than about me.

Oh yeah?
Well, what do you call your righteous trip?
What do you call your indecisive half loving half leaving game?

I don't want to talk about it anymore.
I haven't seen you in months and I'm sick of the conversations we're not having,
so please leave me alone.
Please don't leave me here.
I wanted everything.
I want nothing from you anymore. Go on home now.
Please go on home.

Oh yeah?
Well, maybe you're just not right for me.
Maybe something in your history makes you disrespect mine.

Oh yeah?
Well, maybe you're just plain wrong.
Maybe what you see is not me at all.

Can you see me in that picture there?
No, the one with the factory workers.
No, the one at Ellis Island.
No, the one with the seventeen kids.
No, the one with his hockey stick.
No, the one with feather in her hair.
No, the one with the French name after "Mary."
No, the one with shock treatment as therapy.
No, the one with the college degree.
Do you see it's all me?

Oh yeah?
Well, maybe you're just not right for me.
Maybe something in our history makes us disrespect each other.

Oh yeah?
Well, maybe you war on your own body
is one that makes me feel the danger as I war with mine.

I don't want to talk.
I don't want to fuck.
I don't want to --
please please please...




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